[It does sting, but not as much as undressing did, and fuck if it doesn't take the edge off.
But then, Katy-Kat— Her eyes snap up at him. Did he hear that in one of her memories? Fuck, if Reilly and Jonesy could see her now. She misses them, stupid as they are, and she's still shaken from seeing Dary on screen...
Wayne would be proud of her. If Haymitch is, Wayne would be too, and he will be—once she gets home, and if he believes her, and—she might not see any of them ever again. Getting home is not a guarantee, it never was. She could die here. She could die in a couple of days, or it could be Haymitch, and then what the fuck would she do? For as much as she's insisted he's not responsible for her, having to face this place without him just... doesn't sound possible.
Katy-Kat, and god, he says it so automatically, and that's the tipping point. She sucks in a hard breath, clinging to the hope that she'll be able to hold it together, but bottling never works. In the next moment she's reaching for him, arms wrapping around his neck even though it hurts like hell to stretch like that, to drop herself onto the carpet with her leg still on fire.
But she's kept her composure through it all and this is the price of that, her sobbing into his shoulder and clinging to him fiercely. It's been building for weeks, really.]
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Date: 2019-11-01 06:45 am (UTC)But then, Katy-Kat— Her eyes snap up at him. Did he hear that in one of her memories? Fuck, if Reilly and Jonesy could see her now. She misses them, stupid as they are, and she's still shaken from seeing Dary on screen...
Wayne would be proud of her. If Haymitch is, Wayne would be too, and he will be—once she gets home, and if he believes her, and—she might not see any of them ever again. Getting home is not a guarantee, it never was. She could die here. She could die in a couple of days, or it could be Haymitch, and then what the fuck would she do? For as much as she's insisted he's not responsible for her, having to face this place without him just... doesn't sound possible.
Katy-Kat, and god, he says it so automatically, and that's the tipping point. She sucks in a hard breath, clinging to the hope that she'll be able to hold it together, but bottling never works. In the next moment she's reaching for him, arms wrapping around his neck even though it hurts like hell to stretch like that, to drop herself onto the carpet with her leg still on fire.
But she's kept her composure through it all and this is the price of that, her sobbing into his shoulder and clinging to him fiercely. It's been building for weeks, really.]